"yes!"
Broken Blade nodded repeatedly, "That person broke through the strange land, he must be a sword cultivator, but he refused to show up, so he must have suffered serious injuries in the strange land."
The person in the mirror seemed to be lost in thought. He did not say much about the matter and instead asked, "Did you bring back the magic weapon I gave you safely?"
"I brought it back."
The broken knife pulled out the red line on the neck, revealing a small piece of stone corner.
When Xiang Sheng saw the stone corner, his pupils froze instantly.
As expected, the broken sword had a fragment of the "Deceiving Heaven" formation disc on it, making it impossible for her to see any clues.
At this time, Broken Blade continued, "If it weren't for this thing from my father to protect me, I would have been pierced by that Tai Shang sword today."
The figure in the mirror saw the fragments and his expression softened slightly. "Now that our crime has been exposed, this base is no longer safe. Return as soon as possible."
Broken Blade bowed his head and kowtowed: "My son obeys the order!"
The water mirror rippled and dissipated in the air.
Duan Daochang breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to stand up, he felt a cold wind blowing past his ears.
He was so frightened that he failed to defend himself in a hurry and was hit on the left shoulder by the sword, leaving a wound deep enough to see the bone. The sword energy invaded his body and he was seriously injured and vomited blood in an instant.
The sword wind also hit the red line on her neck, and the fragments of the formation disk fell. Before they hit the ground, they were swept away by the sword wind and fell into Xianxiansu's hands.
Duan Dao had no intention of going over to grab it back. He didn't even look closely at Xiang Sheng's face. He decisively turned around and slammed his palm on the basin, shouting, "Father, save me!"
The cold water in the basin boiled in an instant.
Xiang Sheng's face changed slightly. She had already got the fragment of Qi Tian. She turned around and wanted to fly away without saying a word, but was knocked back by the broken knife. A sharp cut was left on the back of her hand, and blood was dripping.
Late stage of Jindan, top-grade magic weapon!
Xiang Sheng immediately sealed her Qi and blood, her heart sinking. This configuration was truly top-notch. If she hadn't sneakily injured the opponent, she wouldn't even be his opponent. Now that he was determined to keep her, there was no way she could escape anytime soon.
If we delay until the person in the mirror appears, the consequences will be disastrous.
Her mind raced, and with a flick of her right hand, a magic dagger appeared in her palm. She stopped trying to avoid the enemy and took the initiative to confront him.
Duan Dao was not surprised but happy, he raised his sword to fight, the two were too close, all magic was useless, the only way was to fight with magic weapons.
His top-grade magic weapon is already top-notch in the world of cultivation, and he will never lose to anyone!
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, he saw that Xiang Sheng was completely defenseless. The spiritual dagger in his hand suddenly flew out and passed through the gap beside his ear at a high speed.
Then, there was a loud bang and the basin overturned.
Duan Dao's hands and feet suddenly became cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The boiling spiritual water poured onto the ground, creating a cloud of steaming hot air. Xiang Sheng's moves were old, and he couldn't dodge the knife, so he had to slightly sideways to avoid the vital part.
puff!
The long sword pierced into his left chest. Xiang Sheng's face turned pale, but his movements did not stop at all. He pointed at the broken sword's wrist vein, blasting a bloody hole.
Duan Dao's right wrist suddenly lost consciousness, and the long sword magic weapon fell out of his hand. His face looked grim, but he did not give up hope. He immediately made a hand gesture to recall the long sword magic weapon.
Xiang Sheng did not give him a chance to recall. He took two steps back and suddenly drew out his long sword. The blood spurted out and he rushed forward with sword intent.
"madman!"
Duan Dao cursed loudly, not bothering to continue to maintain the magic formula to snatch the magic weapon. He retreated in a panic, hurriedly climbed out of the window behind him, and took out the warning talisman from his waist and crushed it.
The next moment, the monks in various places in the city all felt their waists tremble and their faces changed drastically.
"Something happened to the Broken Blade Guardian!"
"Go!"
“…”
It started snowing in the small town at some point, and the snow made a crunching sound when I stepped on it.
Xiang Sheng raised his knife and stepped closer to Queen Cang's retreating broken knife. Drops of blood fell on the white snow, like blooming plum blossoms.
"Nie Mingkang definitely doesn't have your skills. You are the Supreme of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!"
Broken Blade looked fierce but was actually weak. "You can't kill me. I'm the only son of the Demon Palace Master. If you kill me, everyone in your Wanjian Sect will be wiped out!"
Xiang Sheng drank a mouthful of the Yuanquan and grinned, "As long as I kill you, who will know it was me?"
Duan Dao felt a chill in his heart, turned around and disappeared into the snow.
This kind of escape method again.
Xiang Sheng raised his brows and simply stopped chasing. He plunged his sword into the ground, relaxed his mind, and let the sword intent expand along the snow.
After a few breaths, the flat ground suddenly arched up, and the broken knife was thrown out. He gasped for breath, and his whole body was covered with fine wounds, like a blood gourd.
"Infinite Sword Intent?!"
He was terrified and kept backing away by kicking his feet in the snow. "Who the hell are you?!"
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